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Ireland is the sow that eats her own farrow. - [Ireland] Mistakes are the portals of discovery. - [Mistake] Sentimentality is unearned emotion. - [Sentimentality] The feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer. - [Suffering] Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. - [Mothers] The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. - A Portrait of an Artist [Artists] Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. . . . - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man [Books (First Lines)] The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man [Satire] If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the - Finnegans Wake [Books (Last Lines)] riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. - Finnegans Wake [Books (First Lines)] Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat, than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. - The Dead, a short story from The Dubliners [Books (First Lines)] Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: ----Introibo ad altare Dei. - Ulysses [Books (First Lines)] The man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. - Ulysses [Genius]
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